Name: 💤📿𝓘 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓞𝓯 𝓙𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓴𝓮𝓻📿💤 by daVId attic
Duration: 3 min 47 s
Description: FashionTelevision (aka "FT") was something you flipped through when trying to find something else to watch, but sometimes it was sunday and there wasn't much else on and you'd already seen those episodes of The Littlest Hobo or Anne Of Green Gables... (i don't actually dream of Jeanne Beker)

hear the silence, hear the sound,
Echoes spinning all around,
Hold my breath, the moments freeze,
Wrapped in warmth, just you and me.

[Chorus]
When we're lost beneath the stars,
Will you guide me through the scars?

[Verse 3]
Through the dusk, where shadows play,
Every whisper leads the way,
In your gaze, I find my light,
Together we ignite the night.

[Chorus]
When we float on this sweet breeze,
Will you promise me with ease?
In the stillness, hearts collide,
We'll embrace this cosmic ride.

As we wander through the dreams,
Catching glimpses of what seems,
Every heartbeat, every sigh,
In this moment, we can fly.

[Chorus]
When we're dancing on the shore,
Can you give me even more?
In the twilight, feel the spark,
Guide my way through light and dark.
 
In the morning's gentle hue,
Every sunrise feels brand new,
As we chase the dawn's embrace,
In your eyes, I've found my place.

[Chorus]
When we step into the day,
Can you promise me you'll stay?
Through the laughter and the cries,
We'll find magic in the skies.
 
In the whispers of the wind,\
Every promise held within,\
As we wander through the dawn,\
With your hand, I will be drawn.\
\
[Bridge]\
Through the storms and through the rain,\
Every joy and every pain,\
In your heart, I find my home,\
With you, I'll never roam alone.\
\

In the twilight, shadows play,
Every heartbeat guides the way,
With your laughter, colors bloom,
In this dance, we'll chase the moon.

[Chorus]
When we're lost in the gentle sway,
Will you promise me to stay?
Through the echoes, hand in hand,
Together, we'll make our stand.
 
As we wander through the night,
Every star, a guiding light,
In the silence, dreams will weave,
Magic moments, we believe.

[Chorus]
When we dance under the skies,
Can you see the love in our eyes?
In the stillness, hearts embrace,
We'll leave behind our dreams of grace.
 
In the stillness of the dawn,
Every breath feels like a song,
We’ll explore the paths untried,
With your hand, I feel alive.

[Chorus]
When the world begins to wake,
Can you promise me, no quake?
Through the beauty, through the light,
Together we’ll embrace the height.

In the morning's gentle hue

Another dream. This time, no words. “She Emerges” unfolds in imagery: The ground hums. A totem carves sky from earth. From behind it, a presence—Hanim—slips forward. Her movements are ancient signals, her rhythm pulled by a drum only the soul can hear. Each gesture conjures fragments, memories caught in light. Then vanishing! She returns to shadow, as if summoned back by something older than time.

She Emerges

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Aurora

Just a slow acid-flavored techno drift — all smiles, no pressure. I’ve been playing with more devices separately thanks to the new audio interface (finally!). Recorded live in a spontaneous haze, then mixed in Ableton with a touch of afterthought.
It’s got wobble, it’s got fuzz, it’s got glow. Enjoy the glide.

Arigatou Gozaimasu 🙏

Acid-Soaked Slow-Tempo Bliss with a Cheeky Edge

A mirror of its former light, slowed and reimagined. This version of Passed Light drifts through inverted spaces—where warmth becomes shadow, and echoes stretch longer than meaning. Each beat is a bridge between the shimmer that once was and the silence that remains. Descend into a downtempo dream where light isn’t gone—it’s just somewhere else.

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Passed Dark (Zankyo Side)

The Horse Walks Backwards on a Violet Cloud is the original mix:

🖋️ Lyrics: 
I listen like a child to night, But the shadows know my name. Fatigue pours gently through the vents, Wrapping me in soft, invisible blame.
The horse walks backwards on a violet cloud. My eyes face the dream it left. She whispers through distant time zones now... And I keep still, in theft.
The table breathes beneath its gift, Unknown hands tie memory in bows. My name was said, half-broken, By a mirror that never knows.
The old man’s beard touches the past. I'm seated wrong, I'm waking slow. She trains in orchards long forgotten. I’m just the ache I never show. Light moves backwards, Through our unfinished sky.
I wrote none of this — But it’s mine, It’s mine.

🎧 For alternate versions — instrumental and the Arctic Mood edit — explore the full release on Bandcamp

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The Horse Walks Backwards on a Violet Cloud

🧊 Arctic drifts through a glacial soundscape — a slowed instrumental wrapped in atmospheric textures and mellow downtempo pulses
🎶 Best served late at night or wherever stillness finds you.

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The Horse Walks Backwards in Arctic

This instrumental track, crafted using an emulator of the legendary ARP 2600 synthesizer, delves into the unsettling notion of a world where machines gradually take over human skills, leaving our consciousness as the final remnant of what truly belongs to us.
In this sonic landscape—where analog layers merge with retro-futuristic textures—humanity quietly resists through its sensitivity, memory, and inner contradictions. While artificial intelligence may learn, simulate, and optimize... it does not feel. A machine cannot dream, doubt, or fall in love. Human consciousness is born from experience, shaped by memory and rooted in the body. And this elusive nuance lies at the heart of everything.
Inspired by the visions in 1999, Brave New World, THX1138, and 2001: A Space Odyssey, the track reflects an age where fiction slips into reality. But instead of sounding an alarm, "Conscience 2600" whispers a lucid realization: within the circuitry and the algorithms, there remains something that cannot be programmed—the intimate pulse of being

Conscience 2600

2600

🎧 Artist’s Note
There are silences that soothe, and silences that tremble.
This piece lives in the space between — where the body is still, but the soul remembers.
Composed in the wake of urgency, of care, of emotional weight, it is the echo of a moment when everything was done, yet nothing felt resolved.
Close your eyes. Let the shiver speak.

Stillness 🙏🏻

A Stillness That Shivers

-sergic (v1) (squirrelcore rmx)

FashionTelevision (aka "FT") was something you flipped through when trying to find something else to watch, but sometimes it was sunday and there wasn't much else on and you'd already seen those episodes of The Littlest Hobo or Anne Of Green Gables... (i don't actually dream of Jeanne Beker)

💤📿𝓘 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓞𝓯 𝓙𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓴𝓮𝓻📿💤

love the dark, sad, experimental and hazy side of things, hypnotic loops and damaged sounds. massive horror geek. not without a sense of humour. partner in crime with Shelley and Loren.

if you're questioning why or how i'm able to upload on a frequent basis, simply put - i have A LOT of time on my hands at this point in my existence, a wealth of music/sounds to draw upon, and a decent collection of software to make things (e.g. both the synth and fx arturia vst collections). i'm not just auto-generating ai pieces ad nauseum, at the same time i have nothing against using ai in the creative process, but not as an outright replacement for creation. i really think the witch hunt over it all is a bit ridiculous, fueled by the greed pig corporate media companies mostly. 

one thing i've learned about making at least a little bit of money from streaming my music beyond measley penny scraps, i have to upload frequently and i've been experimenting with reuploading/reposting my tracks for better play counts (for now), if even it only results in cutting costs.

💤📿𝓘 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓞𝓯 𝓙𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓴𝓮𝓻📿💤

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